There’s no fool like an old fool, they say, so what happens when a bunch of oul’ coots gather together to make music? The next series of posts may enlighten you as to the question just posed and may also, perhaps, enrage or entertain. Anything’s better than a yawn, I guess. These songs were the result of a few sessions around a table laden with alcoholic beverages of various kinds. Plonked in the centre of the table was a laptop with built-in mic that somehow survived the knocks and spillages that were part and parcel of the sessions.
Song 27: Denis Murphy’s (or Jim’s Da’s Polka)/The Rathlin Bog An Irish traditional fiddle tune passed down by the fiddler’s grandfather and mandolin-player’s father. We insert in the middle of this polka, an instrumental version of the song, The Rathlin Bog. When we were
last practising, the fiddler’s five year-old son was there bopping to the music. And I guess that’s tradition- the passing on of a musical culture.
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